A Moment of Silence

Album: Everything Goes Numb (2003)
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  • A moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
    They show up to the party but they're never asked to dance
    The losers the liars the bastards the thieves
    The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing

    I never met a loser that I didn't see eye to eye with, I declare
    I stare into your eyes
    But you look right past me into the air
    What's it like to stand in your shoes?
    To have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse?
    I take the bottle and I tip it to all my heroes that have passed
    Alas, you have left us but your stories they will last
    Uninspired by the recruiting call
    Independent we stand
    Independent we fall

    So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
    Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
    I don't know but I'd like to think I had control
    At some point but I let it go and lost my soul
    Sit tight but the revolution's years away
    I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say
    So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
    The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
    Oh! to have died that night I realized it wouldn't last!
    Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
    The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
    Oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
    And everybody's laughing loud
    Your last chance to make your mother and father proud

    Oh, oh, oh

    A moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
    They show up to the party but they're never asked to dance
    The losers the liars the bastards the thieves
    The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing

    They said "a pox
    Upon your house
    Upon your family and everyone you knew
    And everyone you'll ever meet"
    I bet they think we wish we joined when we could
    But we do what we want we don't do what we should
    Now everybody's laughing because they're thinking they in on something I don't get
    Don't forget
    I connect and I read every word you said
    Like a child who believes he was wronged
    If you hate me so much then stop singing my songs

    So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
    Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
    I don't know but I'd like to think I had control
    At some point but I let it go and lost my soul
    Sit tight but the revolution's years away
    I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say
    So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate
    The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
    Oh! to have died that night I realized it wouldn't last!
    Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
    The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
    Oh! to the west, you don't know what it is you're running from
    And everybody's laughing loud
    Your last chance to make your mother and father proud

    Oh, oh, oh Writer/s: BRETT BEAVERS, DIERKS BENTLEY, STEVE BOGARD
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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